00:00Children of Atlantis. Werewolves in the Andes. Creepypasta 20.
00:06Declaration of war between werewolves and silver death.
00:09Part 1. The wolf's den in Bogotá was not simply a hiding place. It was an altar.
00:16primitive to instinct, embedded in the diseased heart of the city center,
00:20hidden behind the corroded facade of some old apartments in the shadow of the Colpatria building.
00:26From the outside, it looked like an urban corpse abandoned by history. Inside, it was something else entirely.
00:33The walls were scratched down to the cement. Old blood had formed black crusts between them.
00:39The furniture was wrecked, and there were still scraps of meat stuck to the lamps like forgotten trophies.
00:45The air, thick as a latent curse, smelled of sweat, entrails, and gunpowder. The essence of the house.
00:53It wasn't a home, it was a warning. Marked territory. Bambertoken had already
01:00departed, but not without leaving behind a trail of uncertainty. The werewolves now knew that
01:06The Colombian vampire ministry wasn't the only target. Almost all of Latin America was in danger.
01:13The separatists had managed to infiltrate on multiple fronts, destabilizing the
01:18Latin American Council and preparing the ground for a larger conflict. The silver death,
01:24the organization of chaos and extermination with which they were already at war, now seemed to have
01:29The tacit support of thousands who didn't sympathize with the beasts. Drex felt the tension building.
01:35while Regent Ramirez, leader of the werewolves in Colombia, walked among his subordinates.
01:41His authority had been expanded by the Latin American Council of Vampires, under the representation
01:48of Seraph Bambertoken II, and now possessed unprecedented powers among werewolf rulers
01:54of the world. One of them allowed him to lift the restriction that prohibited forming groups of more than
01:59Six wolves on urban missions. For the first time in millennia, they could deploy a true force
02:06A shock, a storm of fangs and claws upon the silver death. It was the beginning of a
02:12Relentless offensive. Very good, Tyrannus, Diana. You've already worked with Holcrux. You'll go with him to
02:20Peru, Ecuador, and wherever death has taken root. I want you to understand that this
02:26It's not a mission, it's an extermination. I want all of Latin America to know what happens when you decide
02:33Facing the werewolves. I want them to talk about how the Colombian lair riddled those with bullets.
02:38Hunters. The archcount will speak with the regional vampire ministries to prevent
02:44Conflicts between packs. Tyrannus, you're in charge. Crush them. Understood, replied Tyrannus without
02:52He raised his voice, with the serenity of someone who had already decided to be ruthless. But Drex couldn't ignore it.
02:59the growing feeling of being manipulated. It all seemed to be part of a master plan.
03:05a network woven long before any of them knew they were at war. And if all,
03:11From the initial attacks to the political decisions in the Vatican, it had all been calculated.
03:16by Bambertocken from the beginning? Night was advancing with thick clouds covering the sky. One
03:23The storm was gathering over Bogotá as if answering the call of violence. The lair
03:29It vibrated with activity, wolves sharpening blades, adjusting belts, loading weapons, murmuring
03:36Ancient prayers spoke of death and devoured hearts. Everything in the air screamed
03:42blood. Drex went out into the hallway, dialed Bambertocken's number, and waited. The ringtone echoed in
03:49His ear was like an echo of the poison he sensed in every decision. The line opened. "Drex," he answered.
03:57The vampire spoke with a calm voice, as if he'd been waiting for the call for hours. "I knew you'd call," he said.
04:03Drex closed his eyes for a moment, suppressing the urge to shout at her. There was no time for beating around the bush.
04:10All this, ever since that time with the reliquary, he said. Was it your doing? The attacks, the chaos,
04:18The alliances? Was this part of a plan? Bambertocken took a moment to reply,
04:25But when he did, he sounded pleased. Ah, Drex. Always so sharp. It's refreshing to see someone
04:33who tries to follow the threads of the tapestry. I'll take that as a compliment. Drex felt the chill that
04:40It always precedes certainty. The vampire had not only anticipated the call, but also the questions.
04:47They were dancing in a hall he had built. One more thing, the archcount added,
04:53And now her tone was more serious. When this is over, talk to your friend.
04:58The clairvoyant. María González. I think you'll find her vision enlightening. Drex did not respond
05:06Immediately. Then he gritted his teeth and spoke with the voice of someone who has already decided how far to go.
05:15Listen to me carefully, Bambertocken. I don't care if you end up as the head of the council of elders.
05:21As long as you pay me what I'm owed, I have no problem being your hired executioner. But no.
05:27I'm just a piece on your chessboard. Don't manipulate me. She hung up without waiting for a reply. She returned to the center of the
05:34Lair. The final preparations were accelerating. The objective was clear. Fontibón. There,
05:42According to the files found in Tintal, the main headquarters of Muerte Plata operated in the city.
05:48And there the hunt would begin. Werewolves and hunters, an ancient war that asked for no end.
05:54No truces or explanations. An eternal dance between prey and hunters, as it was written in
06:00the stones of Atlantis until the end of time and beyond. Drex raised his gaze in
06:06He felt the pressure in the air, as if the atmosphere itself were tensing with the arrival of the
06:10Regent Ramirez. The old wolf watched him with that sharp gaze that pierced flesh,
06:17soul and secrets. His voice emerged as a restrained growl, charged with power, authority, and expectation.
06:25Many are beginning to fear you more than ever. People are starting to believe every story that's whispered.
06:31"From you, Holcrux," Ramírez growled, with the grin of a seasoned beast. "That's why I want this lair."
06:38Let it become a damned legend. I want bones, screams, ashes. Let not a single soul remain untouched.
06:46Devour. Let everyone remember why werewolves rule the top. Silver Death has had her fun.
06:52They're too quick to impose their will, and humans need to remember they're not hunters. They're
06:59Meat. Warm. Throbbing. We'll leave as soon as your wolves are ready. Drex replied without blinking.
07:07Returning the gaze like one who answers with fire. Tyrannus holds the keys. Don't delay.
07:13The regent ordered before turning away. His voice was still trembling as he added, "I will make sure that no one..."
07:19Escape the assault. Drex nodded silently. It was time. War called, and his beast was
07:27hungry. Around her, the den seethed with savage energy. Werewolves and wolves
07:34They were preparing. They were sharpening blades. They were loading mixed mercury and silver bullets. They were wrapping their muscles.
07:40Torn apart from recent training. They were warriors, yes, but still unscarred.
07:47real. None of them had smelled the collective fear of a massacre. None of them had hunted in a rain of
07:54Fire and silver. That would change tonight. Ready, Holcrux? Tyrannus asked. His voice was calm,
08:02But her presence burned like a contained fire. The aura of her magic was invisible to humans.
08:09But as real as the pain in their hearts. Yes, it's time to put an end to these
08:14"You bastards," Drex replied, with violence contained in every syllable.
08:20"It's so good to see you, Holcrux! Your scent always comes with fresh blood and broken bodies," Diana said.
08:27emerging from the shadows with a smile more like a tearing wound. Her eyes, dilated by
08:34The emotion shone through their eyes, like a child's eyes in front of a gift made of entrails.
08:39—Hey, crazy girl. Good to see you. Looks like your dreams are about to come true. We'll be back at the
08:46Old times. To the house. To death and endless hearts, Drex replied, walking alongside
08:53She headed towards the trucks. —To war?
08:56"Yes!" Diana screamed like a euphoric maniac, jumping into the vehicle with a laugh that made everyone tremble.
09:03the roofs of the lair. —Tell me, is the regent still using this war as an excuse to get rid of himself?
09:09"From you?" Drex joked as Tyrannus started the engine and checked the formation through the
09:15rearview mirror. —We've also thought about leaving, Holcrux. But we're not going to abandon the pups.
09:22"Alone with that old man and with death, hunting for money as if they had the right," Diana said with a smile.
09:28twisted, toying with a dagger stained with dried blood. —I know that feeling. That
09:34They send you to die hoping you won't come back. It's a smell that never leaves your skin, he murmured.
09:40Drex, gazing at the horizon with a broken, honest smile. "And you, Holcrux? Didn't you ever think..."
09:47"To stop being a lone wolf? To join a pack?" Tyrannus asked without looking away.
09:53The view of the road. I never saw it as necessary. But you. You take care of your own. That's it.
09:59"Nice," Drex said, opening the chamber of his pistol and checking the bullets like someone
10:05Prepare a blasphemous prayer. Fontibón was a concrete labyrinth, a swarm of alleyways.
10:11that smelled of urine, old blood, and neglect. Perfect for ambushes. Silver death had
10:18They chose an ideal nest for rats, but they weren't rats. They were monsters. And tonight
10:25They would mark each wall with their entrails. Twenty werewolves emerged from the lair.
10:30of the wolf in Bogotá. They were guided by Tyrannus, that fire-drenched colossus, as feared as
10:36The same regent. Diana, the deranged one, her mind consumed by the beast, was a demon.
10:43still among monsters. And Drex Holcrux, the hunter of hunters, would lead the assault
10:49to the nest of death, silver. The moon shone cruelly over Bogotá, illuminating veins,
10:56Sweat and fear filled the air of those still breathing. A storm was approaching from the east. Each
11:02Every drop that threatened to fall was a countdown to hell. The plan was simple.
11:08and ruthless. Drex, Tyrannus, Diana, and their forces would attack the heart of the nest. The regent,
11:15together with their new war dogs, Ezekiel the Colossus and Naima the Shadow, they would seal the
11:21exits. The youngest would surround the perimeter with the clear order to annihilate any intruder.
11:27or survivor. There would be no evacuation. There would be no mercy. Fontibón already reeked of death, and the first
11:35Raindrops foreshadowed the war. The lampposts flickered, as if sensing what was coming.
11:42The buildings, mutilated by time and neglect, cast shadows shaped like blades.
11:49They have traps, ambushes, and I'm sure some shitty ritual ready for us. But remember this,
11:56A live wolf is worth more than a dead hunter. Don't stop to eat until they're all dead.
12:03Drex said in a low voice, and the group nodded with a mixture of fury and hunger.
12:08Two werewolves approached the outer wall. Silently, they placed the explosives. The detonation
12:15It was contained, like a whisper, opening a hole into the bowels of the enemy base.
12:21A damp, dark tunnel, heavy with echoes of death. Come on, Drex ordered. And the twenty
12:28They descended like shadows with claws. The air was thick, saturated with humidity,
12:34Earth and stale sweat. They advanced without making a sound. Every drop that fell from the ceiling,
12:41Every stone that crunched under his boots was a warning. Tirán used his telekinesis to enlarge
12:47The opening in the wall allowed passage without having to duck. They went down some stairs.
12:53that creaked like broken bones. In the background, a candlelit room, covered in blood. It smelled
13:00A recent death. Blood magic. In the center, a kneeling man, covered in scars.
13:07Fresh, surrounded by corpses in red robes. Ritualists. Fanatics. Carrion. The man lifted
13:16The head. Her face was a mosaic of torture. Stretched skin. Broken lips. Eyes devoid of sanity.
13:24Shreds of flesh hanging like from a corpse.
13:28Welcome, he said in a voice as cold as death. We were expecting you. If you're going to do
13:35Do something. If not, step aside. There are twenty of us werewolves, and you're not even worth our while.
13:42The heart. Drex said with the calm of a predator confident in its power. Stay still.
13:48And die quickly. Move. And die worse. Diana let out a guttural laugh that chilled the blood.
13:54"Of all those present. He is mine," he announced, drawing two short, sheathed swords.
14:01of runes that shone like open wounds. The hunters raised their rifles with bullets of
14:07Mercury and silver. It wasn't enough. Diana was a storm incarnate. Her swords
14:13They cut the air with surgical precision and tore the ritualist's throat before
14:18that he could utter a single syllable. The blood splattered his boots like a blessing.
14:24Diana inhaled deeply and smiled. The war had begun.
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